Imperfection
Emma May Morley
I am not perfect,
Nor have I ever been.
Like a crack in a sidewalk
Broken. Split.
Years of pressure are shown.
Like pieces of broken glass
Once pretty, still gleaming,
Longing to be put back together.
Like spilled nail polish,
Shining and vibrant,
But displaced, I cannot go back.
Like a flower, petals plucked,
A wonder of color,
Separated from the stem.
Like a silver chain necklace
Tangled and neglected
Helpless.
Like a poem,
Forever changing,
Erased and rewritten.
And I am like a button,
Loosened from the dress I once clung to,
Soon to be replaced.
I am not perfect,
Nor will I ever be.
